Fun things I can do now, that I never could before
Now that Cysty has been successfully evicted from my body, I've discovered there are a few things that I can do now that I couldn't accomplish before:
- I can look down and actually see my feet!
- Because Cysty stretched out my stomach so much, I now have handfuls of extra skin that I can hide random objects in (pens, a wallet, and, we've discovered, half of Donovan's head!)
- I can sit thaaaaaaat much closer to the table (lessens the risk of spillage on my clothes)
- When I drop something on the floor, I don't have to back up a couple of feet in order to pick it up! I just bend down, and thar we go! (that's WHEN I can finally bend down - stupid hurting incision!)
- The flappy skin - I just can't get over how much fun that is, it's like a big ball of dough! It really does KNEAD to be mentioned again! (Knead! HAHA! Get it? Like kneading dough?!.... get it??!!)
- My incision has developed a subdural hematoma, which means the bottom half of it didn't close up properly. So now it looks like I have 2 belly buttons! I've got a built-in ice-breaker in awkward conversational situations! ("Hey everyone! Wanna see something neat?!....Anyone???")
I want to express my deepest thanks and appreciation to all of you for your kind words, your thoughtfulness, and your concern. This has been one heckuvan ordeal, and I was very nervous and scared going in, but all your support has made recovery that much easier.
And now, to finally put this to rest, please take a moment to read the following literary masterpiece, crafted by moi as my therapeutic form of closure:
Ode to Cysty (a crappy poem for a crappy medical anomaly)
Farewell to you, Cysty, you've been with me for many years
Through the good times, and the bad, and when I would shed many tears
But now your time has come, you're gone, and all I have to say, is
I hate you, you big, fat, stupid, fluid-filled enigma for all the times strangers thought I was pregnant and for putting me through countless hours at the ER when I thought I had a heart condition, but I didn't, because your stupid arse was pressing on my diaphragm, and I'm glad you're gone away!
(cue applause!)
Currently listening to: Cinnamon Girl - Cory Heydon
- I can look down and actually see my feet!
- Because Cysty stretched out my stomach so much, I now have handfuls of extra skin that I can hide random objects in (pens, a wallet, and, we've discovered, half of Donovan's head!)
- I can sit thaaaaaaat much closer to the table (lessens the risk of spillage on my clothes)- When I drop something on the floor, I don't have to back up a couple of feet in order to pick it up! I just bend down, and thar we go! (that's WHEN I can finally bend down - stupid hurting incision!)
- The flappy skin - I just can't get over how much fun that is, it's like a big ball of dough! It really does KNEAD to be mentioned again! (Knead! HAHA! Get it? Like kneading dough?!.... get it??!!)
- My incision has developed a subdural hematoma, which means the bottom half of it didn't close up properly. So now it looks like I have 2 belly buttons! I've got a built-in ice-breaker in awkward conversational situations! ("Hey everyone! Wanna see something neat?!....Anyone???")
I want to express my deepest thanks and appreciation to all of you for your kind words, your thoughtfulness, and your concern. This has been one heckuvan ordeal, and I was very nervous and scared going in, but all your support has made recovery that much easier.
And now, to finally put this to rest, please take a moment to read the following literary masterpiece, crafted by moi as my therapeutic form of closure:
Ode to Cysty (a crappy poem for a crappy medical anomaly)
Farewell to you, Cysty, you've been with me for many years
Through the good times, and the bad, and when I would shed many tears
But now your time has come, you're gone, and all I have to say, is
I hate you, you big, fat, stupid, fluid-filled enigma for all the times strangers thought I was pregnant and for putting me through countless hours at the ER when I thought I had a heart condition, but I didn't, because your stupid arse was pressing on my diaphragm, and I'm glad you're gone away!
(cue applause!)
Currently listening to: Cinnamon Girl - Cory Heydon
posted by cat yaciuk at
11:27:00 p.m.
3 Comments:
You are my hero - you handled it all with grace and an awesome sense of humour...you are an example to everyone of "making lemondade"
Hi Cat,
I first read about your upcoming surgery on the WW boards, and thought I'd check in to see how everything went. Both you and your husband's humour and humility handling such an out-of-this-world event is amazing. I'm glad your surgery went well, and think you look great!
:) Maria (eyelet from the WW boards)
Cat, I am quite sure that I will never come across such a loving and supportive couple again in my career. You inspired everyone you came into contact with as you both came in to the hospital with amazing, positive attitudes. I love your blogs. You both look like you're having soooo much fun. That should be everyone's pre requisite in a marriage. xox
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